Page 73 of Thief of Souls
Drawing his fingers from my body, he licks them clean, and then kisses his way up my abdomen. Little flinches of aftershock jerk through me with each touch, and I can’t stop my gaze from dropping to the hard, tented jut of his erection.
I kiss him.
Simply slide my hand behind his neck and drag his mouth down to mine, tasting myself on his lips. Those wicked hands make short work of the strip of chemise that’s still draped over my elbows. Searching between us, I find the buttons on his trousers. Snap them loose. Tug them open, until the heated steel of his cock tumbles into my hands. He licks at my mouth, a groan tearing through him as I curl my eager fingers around him.
“Inside me. Now.”
Keir breaks free, a reckless light in his eyes. “But, my love, you’re not in control.”
A rough laugh echoes in my ear and then he flips me onto my stomach. It’s a chance to escape, but no sooner do I think it than a hard, mountainous body comes over me, grinding me into the bed.
Oh, fuck.
A treacherous gasp steals from my lips. Arching my spine, I shamelessly thrust my ass back into him.
“This,” he hisses, sliding his cupped palm between my legs from behind, “belongs to me now.”
Gods. Every inch of me bucks at his touch. But I can’t just let him claim me like this. “What are you going to do?” I throw over my shoulder. “Leave your mark on my ass?”
Hard teeth sink into my shoulder. It startles a scream from me.
But worse than that is the breathy gasp that follows.
“Maybe I’ll just ruin you for all others,” he growls in my ear, his fingers forming themselves to my slit. He finds me, fingers gliding through my wet folds. “You want to choose? Then choose, Mira. Tell me yes. Beg me to fill you. Beg me to ruin you.” His teeth sink into the flesh of my ear lobe. “Beg.”
It feels like his teeth have a direct connection with my clit. A cry escapes me and my hips thrust backward, pushing into his touch.
“Oh no,” he warns. “You have to do better than that. You want this, Mira? Then tell me you want it.”
I don’t even know what I’m asking for. “I don’t beg anyone.”
His hand stills. I want it back. I want those fingers driving into me.
“All those dreams…. With you in my head….” He growls. “I am done with this wanting. I am done with you taunting me—”
Shoving my knees apart, he drives two fingers into me from behind.
I cry out again, but it’s got nothing to do with pain.
Fuck. I curl my fingers into the sheets as he fills me up to the second knuckle. Slow, fierce thrusts that work my body until I swear I might even be able to handle him.
“Do it!” I yell. “Do it! Ruin me for all others! I don’t care. Just don’t stop.Pleasedon’t stop—"
“Fine,” he growls, his fingers leaving me bereft.
“No, wait!” I grab his wrist, but he’s not abandoning me in the bed.
Instead, he tears his leathers down his legs and flings them aside. “Fuck,” he hisses, as leather tears.
“I’ll buy you a new pair,” I taunt. And then I can’t stop myself from laughing.
Rough hands capture my hips and haul me back toward him. He stuffs a pillow under my hips and drives me into it, so my ass is in the air.
Fingertips trail down my spine. I shiver, tensing as his touch slides between my cheeks, dipping inside the lush wetness of my body. Our eyes meet in the mirror that hangs on the opposite side of the room. Whatever I’ve thought of Keir—whatever I’ve suspected—vanishes as I see the dangerously carnal look in his eyes. It’s not merely a predator playing with his prey. It’s a hint of what I’ve always sensed.
What I’ve always known.
“Mine,” he whispers, lowering his face and pressing a scalding kiss to the small of my back. “All mine, Zemira.”
